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[When Miria finally wrote to the network, her handwriting was slightly messier than usual. Her hands shook during a few parts of the letter.]

Private FROM Isaac Dian

I hope I'm not bugging anyone, but I... have to know. In these memories, has anyone seen a young boy? Black hair, wearing a brown suit. He looked really hurt... and I just want to know if he's okay.

I know this is a long shot, but I'd appreciate it if anyone can answer me.

Oh, and could people avoid telling Isaac about this? Thanks.

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[She quickly wipes her eyes, blinking a little in surprise. Huh. Never thought about it like that.]

I... don't really think we did much... But maybe you're right!

[She brightens up a little, though her eyes are still a little watery.</ Her head tilts a little at the last comment.</small>]

...Drinking like what?

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... [Wow, okay.]

Nevermind.

[Vanessa just nods with a little smile, mostly for Miria's benefit, as she refills both the glasses again. Then she glances around again just to make sure nobody's paying too much attention to this conversation.]

And all this stuff happened to some other version of you anyway, so there's no real point in worry about it. Especially when he might show up again any day now.

[That should be reassuring, right?

Now all she had to worry about was how hard drinking at that pace was going to hit Miria, considering she didn't even seem... aware of it. She supposed she could try to discourage her from doing it, but curiosity at seeing how one of the Dians were like after drinking too much was too much to pass up. This would be interesting, if nothing else.]

I... guess so...

[It seems to reassure her a little. She's already started drinking the the new glass when she suddenly stops.]

But... if the boy does show up, and he does start remembering things... what if it traumatized him or something?

[That gets her thinking for a second and then she manages a small, bitter laugh and just shrugs, raising her glass a little.]

Then we welcome him to the club.

[Huh. Well, if the super wise and cool Vanessa thought the boy could handle it, maybe it wasn't worth worrying about.]

Alrighty dighty!

[She mimics the raised glass movement before she continues with her drink. Not long after, she starts her pouring her next drink.]

Uh, speaking of the club... what do you think is gonna happen next?

[She wasn't sure how wise or cool she was, but... well, she had been dealing with it all well enough.

Yeah, of course she was. Plenty of people averaged four and a half hours of sleep a night. She glances toward Miria's empty glass and goes ahead and polishes off her own. There had to be a point where she'd have to slow down, right?

When Miria brings up the club she gives another glance around. The place was pretty busy and loud, and the tables were spaced enough that any conversation should go unnoticed. She leans forward a little bit anyway and speaks as quietly as she can.]

I don't know. I guess our next move is to do something about the water situation.

[She nodded slightly before taking another gulp.]

Yeah, that's really inconvenient for everyone.

Then I guess someone has to investigate why all these things are happening...

[Another gulp.]

It's... kinda weird. Not knowing why... any of the alien-memory-police-conspiracy stuff keeps showing up.

[Yep. Aaaaany time now.]

Yeah. I think I might have an idea were to start looking for that too.

[She glances over her shoulder again.]

But we probably shouldn't talk too much about it here.

Oh! That's a good point!

[She hadn't even thought about other people hearing about all this. Not that that's particularly surprising.

She falls silent for a bit, drinking all the while.]

...Sorry, but I'm kinda new at... getting drunk. How long does it take?

[She was. Crowded or not, talking in public was probably a good way to get nabbed. All it took was one slip-up and they'd both be the next ones disappearing into the police station.]

What...? [She blinks at Miria's question, looking between her and her once-again empty glass.] Not... that long. You're not feeling anything?

Uh... Nope!

[She glances back between Vanessa and the drink.

...Is that strange?

[She just stares for a little while before shaking her head a little.]

Maybe we need something stronger....

[OOC: Also, if you wanted to timeskip to (Vanessa's) walk of shame after getting school at drinking by Miria, feel free at any time.]

There are different strengths of drinks?

[What is this strange, unknown world of alcohol?

Still, anything to get another step closer to this mysterious achievement of "drunk".]

What's stronger than this? Or... strongest?

[ooc: I think I'm happy to timeskip in a few more posts!]

This stuff is actually pretty weak.

[Because, well, she had planned on not going too far if Miria really wasn't a drinker but now? Now, Vanessa considered this a challenge and she went ahead and made their next order.

Let's see how well Miria handles a few shots.]

[Miria was once again filled with excitement as the new batches of alcohol were dropped on the table. New experiences! NEW EXPERIENCES!

This was gonna be so awesome!

And screw it, timeskip now.]

[Timeskip ahoooooyyyyy.....

This... this wasn't even possible. Vanessa stared up at Miria from where her head was leaning against her arm above a tipped en empty glass that was lying on her side. Which was just one of the several empty glasses and bottles taking up space on the table around them.

Was... was Miria even human?!]

... Nothing?

[Miria actually seems a little nervous by the number of bottles on the table. That... kinda looks like a lot. Should she be concerned?]

Uh... I... don't... think... so...

[She... she's a monster. That's the only explanation. She must be some kind of space alien from a world where oceans are made of rubbing alcohol instead of water.]

Okay, well.... 'm done, give up.

[And she stands up very carefully and, aw, crap the floor's tilting. Fortunately the table's there for her to lean on for a second.]

[Miria stands up in concern as her buddy leans on the table.]

A-are you alright?

[She's just going to hold up a hand for a second while she figures out this whole standing thing again, before slowly giving a thumbs up.

She might still be a little wobbly though.]

'm fine. Just... need'a go home now.

[She shifted slightly.]

I... Should I take you home?

Yeah.

[And she'll start carefully walking away from the table.]

Y' should go home... and then I'll go home.

Ah..Are you sure? Maybe I should... just... make sure you're okay..?

[Drunk doesn't seem fun anymore.]

[It's Miria's fault! Damned... superhuman liver powers or whatever.]

S'okay... maybe get a cab 'r something.

[She pauses, looking at the table again and then squints at Miria again.]

... Doesn't make sense....

I'll just... make sure you get to that cab safe, okay?

[This can't be happening. Vanessa is super cool and awesome and doesn't act all weird.]

What doesn't make sense?

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